TOMORROWS KILLERS

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

War from distance
Like computer games
Tomorrows young killers
Jet fighters and planes
War from distance
Can wear a smile
A deep facade
Embracing lies.

No need for empathy
The enemy isnt real
Its a game played in bedrooms
Upon a computers monitor screen
Teenage killers
Taught to employ
By means of a joystick
A most fun toy.

Towns and cities fall
The dead in a pile
Lets introduce scoreboards
Winner take all
For now just technology
In hands of the young
Tomorrows killers skills
Have already begun.

 

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